Our copying machine has been humming along for some time now with no problem. We also have a Risograph, which enables us to do higher-volume copying. Sadly, the English Department next door has had no such luck. Consequently, they're always visiting us and our happy little machine.
Last week, a new machine appeared in our office. In fact, it was so new it was covered in plastic. Naturally, an expert from the company arrived to install it. It worked fine. Just like the old one.
The old machine was then placed in the spot the new machine had occupied, and one of my colleagues had an idea.
"Why don't you bring the old machine to the English Department?"
"Oh, we couldn't possibly do that."
"Why not? Theirs is broken and this one works."
"Well, they're not scheduled for a replacement."
"Doesn't it make sense to let them use it while they wait?"
"No, we've got to bring this machine back. That's the way we do things."
Further discussion yielded nothing. That's the way it's done, and it has to be done that way. So I guess the English teachers will be visiting us more frequently.
Sometimes I weary of things that make absolutely no sense whatsoever. But when you live in Mayor Bloomberg's New York, the best advice is to get used to it.